“Vanguard Logistics has been aggressively expanding,” Arthur stated, pacing the small room. “Their primary commercial creditor is Sterling & Chase, a massive investment bank. My firm represents Sterling & Chase. I know for a fact Vanguard is heavily leveraged. Furthermore, I know how old-money trusts work. Celeste’s trust fund allowance is almost certainly tied to the company’s quarterly stock valuation and ethical compliance clauses.”
He stopped pacing and looked at me, his eyes locked onto mine. “If Vanguard takes a hit, if their corporate reputation is compromised by a violent felony scandal, the bank can call in the loans. If the loans are called, the company plummets. If the company plummets, Celeste loses her millions.”
“Hit them,” I said quietly, the words tasting like iron in my mouth. “Hit them so hard they forget their own names.”
“I need forty-eight hours to arrange the financial snare,” Arthur said, packing his briefcase. “Keep Maya hidden at your house. Tell her not to respond to a single text or call from Marcus. Let his arrogance convince him that she is just sulking. Let him feel safe.”
